#dewey riley x gale weathers

[angelatmidnight1]

Behind The Badge (Squealing Santa 2024)

Hi @scribblesandchai! I'm your Squealing Santa this year. I love the Scream series, particularly the 1996 movie, and I decided to try my hand at writing for Dewey Riley and Gale Weathers with the tickle fight prompt. I hope you like it and I hope you have a wonderful new year!

Fandom: Scream (1996)

Summary: After the Woodsboro murders, it’s hard to return to a sense of normalcy. Dating can become a distant memory when you serve as a first responder. In some ways, Dewey succeeded in keeping his community safe. But in other ways, Dewey believes he failed, since he couldn’t protect Tatum. Dewey cannot, will not, let that happen to his new girlfriend, Gale Weathers. He’s ever vigilant even when he’s off duty. Gale wants to bond with the man behind the uniform. It almost seems impossible…until she discovers that he’s ticklish. 

Word Count: 2,152.

Possible Warnings: Spoilers for the movie, and character death indirectly mentioned.

The small-town diner was alive with the clinking of coffee mugs and muffled laughter. Dewey Riley sat across from Gale Weathers, as stiff as his badge. Most people would jump at the chance to dine with the renowned reporter. But his mind was elsewhere. He sat over his lukewarm coffee with a tight jaw. 

And Gale, ever the observer, took in every detail of his posture. 

Dewey looked good in anything he wore. Then again, she wasn’t expecting him to wear his uniform on their date.  Somewhere nearby, a waiter dropped a plate, and the crash sounded throughout the diner. Both of them flinched. But, from the way his hand dropped to his waist, Dewey looked ready to draw his weapon. The Ghostface attacks were behind them, but not the aftermath. Gale cleared her throat.

“Dewey,” she said softly, “You’re safe. It was just a plate.”

He blinked a couple of times, eyes shifting to her. Then, he quickly looked away, taking a slow breath and putting his hand back on the table. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Old habits die hard.”

Gale gave an understanding nod. “I get it,” she said, her tone softening. “I’m sorry, D. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, no. It’s alright,” Dewey shook his head. He looked out at the people eating and chatting in the diner. “I haven’t been here since I was in high school.” 

Gale followed his gaze. Then, she gave him a small, hopeful smile. “Must feel like yesterday, huh?”

Dewey snorted quietly. “Something like that. Back then, this place was where we all came to unwind after a long week of school. Tatum, Randy, Stu- hell, even Billy. It was…simpler.”

A comfortable silence settled over them. Then, Gale said, “I know it’s not the same, but I’m glad this place’s still here. I’m glad you’re still here.”

For the first time tonight, Dewey smiled. “Thanks, Gale.”

Gale smiled too. She didn’t think she’d be able to get him to smile at all tonight. Wanting to savor the moment, she continued, “I bet you were all business back then too, huh? Let me guess. Hall monitor? Safety patrol?”

Dewey snickered. “Not exactly.”

Encouraged, Gale stood and rounded the table, cozying up beside him. “Oh no? Maybe you were the one causing the trouble. Starting fights, stealing lunch money. It’d make sense that you’d turn over a new leaf.”

He laughed at that. He folded his hands on the table, and his shoulders shook from laughing. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Well, if I’ve got it all wrong, why not set the story straight? Tell me something about the real you.” Gale giggled. She leaned up against his arm and prodded at his torso with a manicured hand. “And don’t hold out on me.”

Dewey jolted from the pokes and leaned away from her. Thankfully, in the busy diner, no one seemed to notice. “H-Hey! Gale!”

Gale rose a brow. Her eyes sparkled with sudden mischief.  “Oooh. I can’t say I’ve ever met a ticklish deputy.” 

“I doubt you walk up to a deputy and poke them,” he scoffed without malice. “Besides, I’m not ticklish. That was just a reflex.”

“Bull,” she snorted. “I just tickled you and you flinched. If that doesn’t spell ticklish, then what does?”

“It doesn’t spell anything.” He swiveled when Gale tried to poke him again, this time catching her hand. “Gale! Quit it!”

Gale grinned. “Interesting. Well, Deputy ‘Not-Ticklish’, I hope you don’t mind if I conduct a little investigation.”

“I thought we weren’t working tonight.” As Gale leaned on him, he tried to shield his torso with his arm, but was trapped between her and the wall. 

“Oh, this isn’t work,” she snickered. “This is personal research.”

Before she could tease him further, he lifted her hand to his lips. The gesture was soft, almost hesitant, his warm breath brushing her skin as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

For a moment, Gale froze, her retort caught somewhere between her mind and her lips. Her grin faltered—not because she didn’t like it, but because she hadn’t expected it.

Dewey lingered just long enough to look up at her, his boyish charm shining in the faintest smile. He was hoping—praying, really—that it would throw her off her game.

But Gale recovered quickly. Her grin came back, wider this time. “What was that?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Uh…” Dewey stammered as her free hand darted toward his ribs.

“Nice try, Deputy,” Gale teased, her fingers finding their mark. Dewey jolted again and let out a shout of laughter that now caught some people’s attention. The deputy’s face flushed red and he waved an apologetic hand. 

“S-Sohohrry,” he coughed out chuckles as he batted at her hands. He successfully caught them again and leaned into her to whisper. “If you don’t stop,” he began in a mock serious voice, “you’re gonna regret it.” 

“What are you gonna do?” She laughed. “Arrest me?”

“No, but I’ll have no choice to defend myself,” Dewey warned, smirking. 

She arched a brow, acknowledging the unspoken challenge. She rose from the table and mirrored his smirk with her own. “I’d like to see you try.”

Sure enough, the rest of their evening was filled with laughter. After they left the diner, they returned to Dewey’s home. It started out as a lighthearted argument about who’d get the last bite of dessert. The bickering took a turn when Gale seized Dewey’s sides and kneaded into them. 

“GAhaha! Gahahahle!” Dewey doubled over, clutching the brownie to his chest. He half heartedly batted at her hands with his free hand. “STohohahaha! It’s mihihihihne!”

“It’s half a brownie,” she snorted. “Besides, whatever happened to ladies first?” She dug her thumbs into his tummy before he could get a good grip on her hands, and he shrieked. “Hand it over, D.”

Dewey refused. Instead, he let the container tumble to the floor and whirled around, wriggling his fingers into her stomach in turn. Gale yelped and dissolved into giggles. She abandoned her tickle attack to wrestle with his hands. 

“Fahaha! AH! N-Nohoho, dohon’t you—” Gale’s squealing protests intermingled with her loud giggling as she battled with the deputy. He dropped his hands to her hips and squeezed. She cursed and laughed, and Dewey carefully led down on the floor to continue his attack. 

Dewey kneeled over her, skittering his fingers across her waist before returning to her hips. “Told you I’d get you back,” he grinned. He worked his thumbs in circular motions against her hip bones. “What’s wrong? You were so confident a minute ago.”

Gale thrashed beneath him, laughter spilling uncontrollably from her lips. “D-Dehehewey! Y-You—ohmygahAH!—you CHEAT!” she shrieked, trying to twist away.

“Cheat?” Dewey echoed with a laugh of his own. You’re the one who started this whole thing. I’m just finishing it.”

 Feeling a surge of confidence, Dewey moved away from her hips and jumped to her sides. The woman squealed and twisted, laughing loudly. She didn’t make it easy for him to keep her down; she kicked, bucked, and chased after his hands with her own. His hands scampered up to her armpits and she slammed her arms down.

“THEHE HEHELL YOUHU ARE!” Gale threw her head back and cackled. She kicked even more and, not wanting to take a leg to the groin, Dewey sat on top of them, careful not to put his full weight on her. He scribbled into her armpits with more purpose, fingertips scritching into the hollows.

“I think I am.” Dewey chuckled along with her and continued tickling her armpits. Now, not worried about getting kicked, he was able to tickle her with ease. He dropped one of his hands back to her side and squeezed a few times, returning to her armpit immediately after. He wore this sweet, yet mischievous smirk. He hadn’t had a fun moment like this in what felt like forever. For a moment, he didn’t have to look over his shoulder or go to sleep worrying about his loved ones. All he needed to focus on was winning the tickle war that Gale started.

And Gale wasn’t finished yet. 

Despite her loud cackling, and despite being pinned down, she was still determined to win. In one more last ditch effort, she twisted her body sharply. Dewey, not expecting the sudden shift, had to catch himself with his hands so he didn’t fall on top of her. 

“Whoa! Sh﹘no! Gale! NAhaha!”

Before he could recover, she latched her fingers onto his ribcage. Still winded, she gently pinched over the bones and ran her nails in between the spaces. Dewey yelled and rolled onto his back, trying to fend off her hands while laughing frantically. 

“NOHOhohoho! W-Wahahahait!” Dewey arched his back and howled as she continued clawing at his ribs. She moved her hands quickly, too quick for him to get a good grip on them, and he bucked more whenever her hands ventured too close to his stomach. “GAHAHALE!”

“Oh no, you’re not backing out now,” Gale asserted, dropping her hands to squeeze over his hip bones. She giggled as he snorted and shook his head. She swirled her thumbs against the bones and he thrashed some more. “Thought you weren’t ticklish, D.”

“I’m nahahahahahahat!” Dewey lied and turned onto his side, batting at her hands. Gale snickered and suddenly jumped to his stomach. 

“Liar.” Gale spidered her nails up and down his tummy, laughing at his high pitched scream. He flopped back onto his back, and she scooted up to pin his arms down with her knees. 

“GAHAHAHA! Gahahahle, nohohohoho!” With his arms pinned, his laughter took on a more desperate note, and he thrashed underneath her. Gale’s teasing grin softened; his laughter, albeit loud, was rich with snorts and squeals. It was endearing to hear and, given what he had to go through during the Ghostface attacks, it was most likely a new rarity for him. She doubled down on her efforts, nails creeping underneath his shirt to tickle over bare skin. Dewey howled. “STOHOHOHOHOP!”

“You’re so ticklish, Dewey,” Gale cooed, smirking down at him. “How could you lie about that?” She pressed her thumbs into the sides of his tummy and swirled them repeatedly. Dewey threw his head back, laughing even harder. 

“I’M SOHOHOHOHRRY!” Dewey wailed, trying to squirm away, but his attempts were futile. Gale kept his arms pinned down to the floor, and the laughter weakened him. “Gale, please-”

Gale slowed her attack and pretended to think. Her fingertips stroked along his belly and circled his belly button, keeping him in a consistent giggle fit. “Hmm, I don’t know,” she hummed. “Between you lying to me and keeping the brownie from me, I think I’m owed a little justice here.”

“I already s-said I’m sorry,” he stammered, pausing in between words to giggle. Gale leaned down to peck his lips, and his already reddened face turned redder. 

“I hear you,” she pecked his lips again, and she felt him momentarily relax under her. “And yet, justice still needs to be served.”

Dewey’s eyes widened and before he could fully process it, Gale’s nails were skittering against his tummy again. He yelped and dissolved into another wave of frantic giggles. 

“Youhuhu can tahahake the brownie!” Dewey squealed and squirmed side to side. He inadvertently snorted as she skittered her nails around and under his belly button. “TAHAHahahake it!”

Oh, I will,” Gale said with a triumphant grin, “Right after you’ve served your sentence, deputy~.”

From there, Dewey’s laughter picked up to cackles and she continued tickling his stomach. She pinched, prodded, and scribbled over his skin until his laughter sounded more like wheezes and snorts. She eased off of him after a few minutes and leaned over to pick up the brownie container. 

Dewey breathed heavily, covering his red face with his hands. He was still giggling quietly and the blush stretched all the way to his ears. “You are evil, Gale.”

“No, not evil. Thorough.” She grinned and plopped back down on his legs. She opened the brownie container and broke the treat in half. “Here.”

Dewey propped himself up on his elbows and took the brownie half. They both ate their piece in comfortable silence though, for some reason, he was still smiling. Gale regarded him curiously, chuckling.

“What?” She asked, licking the small bit of chocolate off of her fingers. He jumped a bit, as if caught, and shook his head. 

“Nothing. Just been a while since I laughed like that.” He admitted, his smile turning softer, even shyer. Gale smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“You’re welcome,” she giggled. “Laughing looks good on you.”

Dewey finished his brownie and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close. His shy smile turned cheekier as he met her eyes. “I think it looks better on you.”

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Sixteen

Authors Note: Please remember that Randy is very, very, very out of character. Also, yn is 17.

Randy

It was all too easy for Randy to call up yn and pretend to be the killer. When he saw her leaving school he ditched his classes, unusual for him, but he couldn't help himself. He ran to his car, moved in, and followed her.to the mall. Then he followed her around the mall, making sure to stay hidden and not get too close. It wasn't the first time he's followed her or peeped through her window at night.

He followed her home, watching Billy pull into the driveway only to leave shortly after. He watched yn getting changed, her bedroom curtains were open, it's jot like she had to worry, the back of their house led into the woods. He had climbed a tree just to see into her bedroom window. He sat on a thick branch, binoculars in hand. He was the typical Peeping Tom.

He grew hard watching as she slowly lifted her shirt over head revealing a light blue lacy bra. He watched as her hands reached around to unclip the bra, releasing her perfect tits. He was straining against his pants, his cock begging to be let out. His hand ran over the bulge in his pants, applying pressure. It was all too much he needed a release.

So he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out, sighing as the pressure let up. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving a few long strokes. His movements got fast when she turned around, back facing the window. Yn was bending over taking her pants off. A matching pair of panties covered her ass. He would do anything to grip that ass in his hands.

What pushed him over the edge was when she pushed those light blue panties down, once more bending at the waist. Her pretty pussy was on full display now. He felt his balls tighten as he thought about walking up behind her and pushing his cock into her tight walls, feeling her squeeze around his cock while he pounded into her over and over.

He let out a strangled groan as he hit his high. His own release covering his hand. After he came down from said high, he wiped his hand on his pants, tucked himself back in and climbed down the tree. He snuck around to where the living room window was and waited.

Yn walked in, night shorts and a tank top on. He could see she had no bra on. He groaned when he felt his cock hardening again. “Come on,” he whispered. He was going to need to release himself again before going home. This girl did things to him. Made him feel ways he knew were wrong.

He knew it was wrong to be peeping through her windows. He would have never done something like this before. But as his feelings or rather his obsession for yn grew, the more he found himself doing whatever he could to be near her.

The glow of the tv being turned on brought him back to reality. Yn flipped through channels until she decided to put a movie in. Of course she chose a horror movie. She was so fascinating to Randy, she liked horror movies, the blood and gore, the suspense, but she also got scared easily. There were a few times that the whole group went to the movies. He always made sure to sit beside her. He loved the way she would cling to him and bury her head in his shoulder at jump scares.

Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed the cell phone he had in his pocket and then the voice changer he was going to use for Halloween. He wanted to scare her, his hope was you would run into his arms, call him to come over. He only got the cell phone for that very reason. So if he was out and she called, he wouldn't miss it. She could page him, too. But now he has a cell phone he wouldn't have to find a payphone and worry about having change on him.

His finger glided over the numbers of the Nokia Cellphone, typing in her phone number. He heard the ringing from inside the house. He watched while she got up and answered the phone. His cock grew harder when he heard her voice, when he saw the scared look on her face. He watched all the way up until she was off the phone with he dick of a brother. That's when he went back to his car and waited.

Ten minutes passed with no call. His mind ran in circles. Should he call her again? Should he maybe knock on the door or a couple windows to scare her even more? That sounded like a good plan. Maybe call her and knock on her door. Tell her he was right outside. He could go around the house, knock on the windows, make it seem like he was everywhere. That would surely scare her into calling him.

His hand reached for the door handle of his car when his paper went off. He looked down to see it was yn paging him. The code he was looking at was 424 * 911. Call me back. Emergency. He waited a few minutes, then called her.

“Randy?”

“Hey, what's wrong? I got your page.”

“Can you come over?”

Those four simple words had a smirk growing across his face. His cock twitched in his pants. “Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a little.”

He hung up with her and pulled his cock out one more time. He needed to come. He had to before knocking on her door. It shouldn't take long, he was so built up that he thought he was going to come in his pants just hearing her voice.

He stroked himself, closing his eyes and thinking about Yn mouth around him. How she would look on her knees, his cock deep in her throat, the tears from gagging on him running down her face. He thought about her perfect cunt and how that would feel around his cock. The way her voice trembled on the other end of the phone when she asked for him to come over.

His balls tightened, his hips thrust up into his hand. “Fuck, yn!” White hot spurts shot out from the tip, coating his hand and his steering wheel. This girl was going to be the death of him. He was going to make her his no matter the cost. He'll kill anyone who gets in his way. She was his. Her pussy, her mouth, everything was his. Nobody but him will be touching her.

Soon. She'll be his soon. And when she is, she'll be crying out his name as he fills her full, marking her as his territory. And be damned to whoever gets in his way.

[cece693]

Ok but like imagine both Billy and Stu with a big tiddy goth! male! reader as their roommate lol

Reader looks intimidating but is actually really nice lol

Looks Can Be Deceiving (Stu and Billy x M! Reader)

Hi! So I'm not really that well informed on the big tiddy slang (English is not my first language) but after a quick google search I think I got the idea????? If not, then I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this :)

tags: oblivious reader, realistic billy and stu (I think), pre-relationship, open ended, might be a part 2 coming

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher weren’t exactly looking for a new friend, let alone a roommate. They’d been fine on their own, thriving in the chaos of their twisted little partnership. But when the college housing office placed them in a three-bedroom rental with some random guy, they couldn’t exactly say no. Rent was cheap, the landlord didn’t ask questions, and besides, how bad could it be?

The first time they saw you, though, they realized this arrangement was going to be…interesting.

You were standing in the living room when they arrived, setting up a bookshelf filled with horror novels and occult knickknacks. At first glance, you looked like something straight out of one of their favorite slasher films—towering, dressed in all black, tattoos peeking out from under your sleeves, with silver jewelry glinting against your pale skin. Your undercut only made you look more dangerous. Stu, never one to keep his thoughts to himself, leaned close to Billy and whispered, “Dude, do you think he’s in, like, a death cult or something?”

Billy didn’t answer, but his sharp eyes lingered on you as you turned to greet them. “Hey,” you said, your voice deep and smooth. “I made brownies. Want some?”

Stu’s jaw dropped. Billy just narrowed his eyes. And just like that, their expectations were shattered.

Over the next few days, it became clear that you weren’t at all what they expected. Despite your intimidating looks, you were ridiculously nice—almost unnervingly so. You always smiled when you saw them, greeted them with “Good morning” even if they ignored you, and even asked if they wanted anything from the grocery store before you went out. When you weren’t at class or work, you were usually in the kitchen, baking cookies or meal-prepping while blasting Bauhaus or The Cure from a tiny speaker.

Stu was instantly smitten. He started following you around like a puppy, throwing his long arms around your shoulders and declaring you his “best goth buddy.” He loved pushing your buttons just to see you scowl—like the time he “borrowed” one of your necklaces and pretended he lost it, only to give it back with an over-the-top apology. “Don’t worry,” he said, grinning up at you. “I’ll make it up to you. Wanna watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick.”

Billy, on the other hand, was harder to read. He spent a lot of time watching you from across the room, his dark eyes following your every move. You caught him staring more than once, but he always looked away before you could say anything. Unlike Stu, who was all loud jokes and obvious flirting, Billy was subtle. He’d make sarcastic comments about your goth aesthetic, only to quietly leave a new horror novel on your desk after you mentioned liking the author. He never admitted it, but you had a feeling he stayed up with you that one night you were stressed about your midterms just because he didn’t want you to be alone.

Stu and Billy’s affections, however, reached a dangerous new peak the day they stumbled into your room at the worst—or best, depending on how you looked at it—possible moment. It started innocently enough, or at least as innocently as things ever got with those two. Stu had been whining about needing help finding a charger, and Billy, clearly annoyed, suggested he ask you. Of course, "asking" wasn’t Stu’s style.

“C’mon, Big Guy!” Stu called as he shoved your door open, Billy trailing behind him. “You seen my—oh my god.”

You froze mid-motion, one arm reaching for the fresh shirt you were about to pull on, the other holding a towel you were using to dry your hair. Time seemed to stop as both of them stood there in the doorway, their eyes glued to your bare chest. No shirt. No barriers. Just you, all soft curves and broad muscle, your big tits on full display.

“Holy shit,” Stu breathed, his voice tinged with awe. His jaw practically hit the floor as he stared, unblinking. “Are you kidding me? Those things are, like, illegal.”

Billy, meanwhile, was much quieter, but no less affected. His dark eyes drank you in, his usual mask of control slipping for a moment as his gaze flicked downward, then back to your face. He swallowed hard, shifting his weight like he was trying to keep himself from stepping closer. His voice, when he finally spoke, was lower than usual. “We didn’t know you were changing.”

“No shit,” you snapped, snatching the shirt and pulling it over your head as quickly as possible. “You ever heard of knocking?”

Stu groaned, flopping dramatically against the doorframe. “Aw, don’t cover up! I was just starting to enjoy the view!”

Billy shot him a glare but didn’t argue. He was still staring at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re...built,” he said, his tone almost grudging, like the words were being dragged out of him against his will.

“Thanks, I guess?” you muttered, tugging the hem of your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest. You could still feel their eyes on you, and it made your skin prickle with a mix of embarrassment and something you couldn’t quite name.

Stu leaned closer, his grin widening. “Dude, do you, like, know how big those are? Like, for real? You could probably drown someone with ‘em. You want to try it out?”

“Stu,” you growled, your patience wearing thin. “Get. Out.”

Billy finally stepped in, grabbing Stu by the back of his shirt and dragging him toward the door. “Come on, idiot. Let's leave him alone.”

“But Billy!” Stu whined, digging his heels in. “I wasn’t done appreciating the—”

The door slammed shut before he could finish, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. You could hear them bickering in the hallway, Stu’s voice loud and animated as always.

“I’m just saying, those are a work of art! It’s like the Mona Lisa, but, you know, better.” “You’re an idiot,” Billy muttered, but his voice was tight, like he was holding something back.

From the moment Billy and Stu got an eyeful of your assets, the dynamic in the house spiraled into utter chaos. You’d barely noticed it at first, chalking up their constant presence to boredom or a newfound interest in hanging out. But as weeks went on, their antics became harder to ignore. The snarky comments, the heated glares exchanged when you weren’t looking, the way they tripped over themselves trying to one-up each other—it was enough to make even the most oblivious person suspicious.

But not you.

Whether it was the gym incident, the pancake debacle, or the never-ending movie night arguments, you remained blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. You were too focused on your studies, your workouts, and making sure the house didn’t descend into complete disorder to notice the increasingly absurd lengths Billy and Stu were going to for your attention.

It all came to a head one particularly tense evening. You’d gone out to grab groceries, leaving Billy and Stu alone in the house. The moment the door closed behind you, the gloves came off.

“Just admit it,” Stu said, pacing the living room like a caged animal. “You’re obsessed with him.”

Billy leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression icy. “Says the guy who’s practically glued to his side 24/7.”

Stu spun around, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You’re just mad because he actually laughs at my jokes. When’s the last time he smiled at you?”

Billy’s jaw clenched. “Maybe he doesn’t need a fucking circus act to enjoy someone’s company.”

“Oh, right,” Stu sneered, throwing up his hands. “Because brooding in the corner like some wannabe vampire is so charming.”

“Better than acting like a hyperactive toddler,” Billy shot back, his voice dangerously low.

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as they hurled insults back and forth. At one point, Stu picked up a couch pillow and launched it at Billy’s head, narrowly missing. Billy retaliated by shoving Stu into the wall, and for a moment, it seemed like things were about to get physical.

But then you walked in.

“Hey, guys—what the hell is going on!?” you asked, staring at the scene in front of you: Stu pinned against the wall, Billy’s hand fisted in his shirt, both of them glaring daggers at each other. They froze, turning to look at you like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Uh…nothing!” Stu said quickly, plastering on his trademark grin. “Just some light wrestling. Y’know, for fun.”

Billy let go of Stu and stepped back, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “Yeah. Just messing around.”

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to press the issue. “Okay...well, I got pizza. It'll be in the kitchen.”

As you disappeared into the other room, the tension between them simmered, but neither of them made another move. Not yet, anyway. It wasn't until later that night, after you'd gone to bed, that Billy and Stu returned to their conversation.

“This has to stop,” Billy hissed, his voice low and cold.

Stu crossed his arms, still bristling from their earlier fight. “You think I don’t know that? But what’s your solution, huh? Scare him off so neither of us gets him? Not happening, Billy Boy.”

Billy was silent for a long moment, his jaw working as he mulled over his options. He hated the idea of sharing you—hated it almost as much as he hated the thought of Stu winning. But the alternative was losing you completely, and that wasn’t something he was willing to risk. “Fine.”

Stu blinked, caught off guard. “Fine what?”

“We share him,” Billy ground out, his teeth clenched.

Stu stared at him, and then a slow grin spread across his face. “Well, well, well. Didn’t think you had it in you to play nice.”

“Don’t push it,” Billy warned, his voice sharp. “This doesn’t mean I like you. It just means I like him more.”

Stu snickered. “Whatever you say, buddy. But hey, at least now we’re on the same team, right?”

Billy didn’t answer, turning on his heel and stalking off. Stu watched him go, still grinning to himself.

From that day forward, things…changed.

You didn’t notice the difference at first. If anything, Billy and Stu seemed to get along better, their bickering replaced with an odd sort of pact. They started spending more time together, which you figured was just a natural byproduct of living in close quarters. What you didn’t realize was that they were coordinating their efforts.

Stu would distract you with jokes and games while Billy silently took note of what you liked, using that information to his advantage later. Billy would lure you into long, intense conversations about movies and books, giving Stu time to swoop in with grand gestures—like the time he surprised you with a ridiculously elaborate cake “just because.”

If you were confused by their sudden teamwork, you didn’t show it. You just kept being your usual, oblivious self, completely unaware of the quiet, unspoken truce between them—or the way they both watched you like wolves circling their prey.

It wasn’t perfect. Billy still bristled every time Stu got a little too handsy with you, and Stu couldn’t resist making snide comments whenever Billy monopolized your time. But for the most part, they made it work. Because at the end of the day, they both wanted the same thing.

You.

And if sharing was the only way to keep you close, then so be it.

For now.

[whoreofdilfs]

re-watching scream 1996 is not enough, i need billy and stu to fuck me

[texaschainsawmascara]

tessgivnishartist on ig

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Tara revealing her feelings

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

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"(Y/N) Tatum Riley-Weathers, may I please know why the Carpenter girl is asking to be let in?"

"Probably because she wants to be inside, Mom." (Y/N) answered with a small grin, saving the work on his laptop before clicking out of the tab and shutting it off. He turned around in his chair and spotted his mother standing in the doorway with crossed arms, her eyes squinting at him and lips twisting up.

"Funny, you're real funny." Gale's voice dripped with sarcasm, her hands dropping to firmly rest at her waist. She took slow steps into the room, one brow arching. "She's a good girl, (Y/N). But I want no funny business, alright? There's leftovers in the fridge and I'll be in my office if you need me but if I hear a single noise-"

"Mom." (Y/N) groaned, standing up and approaching his mother. "You know I don't mess around like that, especially not with Tara of all people. It'd be... weird having sex while you're in the house, anyway." 

"Good." Gale exhaled softly and reached out to smooth out his sweater, her features softening when she looked him over. "You're just like him, you know? All good and polite. I'm glad you got that from him. I'm far too young to be a grandmother." She swept some hair over her shoulder and turned on her heel with a small smirk, heels clicking against the tile of his bedroom floor as she walked away.

(Y/N) grinned. "Are you though?"

"Excuse me?" Gale whirled around and scoffed, pursing her lips at him while his laughter echoed through the room. (Y/N) stumbled toward his mother and swung his arms around her, his laughter dying down into snickering. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and pulled back, giggling when she scoffed again and walked out of his room. "I better not hear a single thing, kid!"

"I'm just helping her with some uni work is all, Mom." (Y/N) chuckled and followed her out into the living room, taking a quick survey of the room. The housekeeper had already finished cleaning up everything after dinner, leaving the penthouse spotless and right from a magazine, just as his mother always loved. Gale shot him one last warning look before entering her office and shutting the door behind her. 

Taking a breath in, (Y/N) walked toward the front door and opened it, greeting Tara with a smile. "Hey, Tara." He stepped aside to let her in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Tara's brows raised and her eyes widened, taking slow steps into the living room and dropping her backpack down by the couch with a soft thump.

"I can't believe you live in a penthouse." 

"Most people can't." (Y/N) chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while he watched her. Tara let out a startled laugh and shook her head, brushing strands from her face and turning around to face him. The awe-struck look on her face disappeared, replaced by a nervous smile as she dipped her head shyly. 

"Sorry, I didn't come here to ogle at your place. It's something, though." Tara chuckled, taking another look around before her eyes locked on the end table, a bright grin appearing on her face. She speedwalked toward it and snatched up a picture frame, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

"Oh, God-"

"Is this you?" She asked with a giggle and he sighed heavily, rubbing his hand over his face as heat crept up his neck. He hardly needed to check to see what the picture was when it was his parent's favorite. Ten-year-old him dressed up as a clown for Halloween. Tara clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggling but her shoulders continued to shake.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. It was a phase." (Y/N) huffed, taking the frame from her and setting it back down on the end table before picking up her backpack and leading the snickering brunette to his bedroom. Tara's giggling and snickering died down, instead replaced by shocked silence once more. 

"Your room is... bigger than our living room." She breathed out. "You have a balcony?!"

"Yeah," (Y/N) smiled at her childlike awe and carefully set her backpack aside, approaching the double doors and pushing one open. He nodded for her to follow, chuckling when she eagerly rushed over to him and they stepped outside onto the balcony. Tara grabbed onto the railing and peered down, jaw falling slack before she took in the long expanse of New York City. 

"Jesus," She whispered. "Your future wife is going to be so lucky."

"Maybe." (Y/N) sighed and leaned his arms on the railing, staring down at the bustling streets below. Tara furrowed her brows and turned to look at him, leaning over to bump their arms together. 

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? You're the kid of a national hero and a bitchy rich white lady! You refer to Sidney fucking Prescott as 'Aunt Sid', (Y/N). This is like... the American dream. You live in a penthouse in New York, for Christ's sake." Tara laughed breathlessly. "Your kid is probably going to have a trust fund. Besides, you're an amazing guy. You have all of Dewey's good traits and... I'm sure there's some Gale in you too. Anyone would be blessed to marry you, trust me."

"I've also had a target on my back since I was born, Tara." He reminded her quietly, tilting his head up to look at the night sky. Tara's shoulders slumped. "These fucking... Ghostface assholes have been bothering us for so long. I mean, the picture you saw... a year before that my life was at risk because of Aunt Sid's niece and her friend. Last year I lost Dad because of two new assholes. It took Aunt Sid years to become comfortable enough to have children because she was scared they'd try hurting them. It's been decades, Tara. Who's to say they won't try doing it again when we're older?" 

"I know, I get it. Sam thinks that way too. But... we can't put our lives on hold because of this, (Y/N)." Tara spoke softly, resting her hand over his and watching the side of his face. (Y/N) inhaled heavily and turned to meet her gaze. "Sam is so paranoid... she's miserable. And I mean, Sidney tried living off the grid, didn't she? They still found her. If they're desperate enough, they'll keep coming... but who's to say they'll try again? Maybe they will once or twice but after that? The Stab fandom will die and with it the fanatics. I'm not going to stop living my life. Not when I got a second chance at it. Not when..." She trailed off, eyes flickering away.

"Not when what?" 

"Not when... I got to meet and befriend my... my crush." Tara finished quietly, a notable blush spreading across her cheeks. (Y/N) hummed, turning his hand over to curl his fingers around Tara's. Her eyes jumped to their hands and she smiled, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and giggling. "This wasn't how I thought this would go, if I'm honest."

"You've thought about this often, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

*bloody gurgling in the background*

Send me one fuckin' ask and I'll do the whole cast.

Ask nicely and I'll do the entire cast of every frickin movie.

[loomiseater]

Lose end

warnings: slight smut!, fem!reader, pet names: princess/baby, killing, mentions of killing, and blood.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

A/N: first post of December!! I'm getting back into the habit of posting more!

Billy Loomis x fem!reader

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Written: December 1st, 2024

Published: December 1st, 2024

Summary: You want to kill again, chase after that high you got when you first did it..but what happens if Billy wants to take it too far?

wc: 2,804

“Yes! Fuck, Billy, I’m cumming!” I moaned as Billy gave me one last thrust before cumming inside me. “I love being inside this pretty pussy.” He whispered in my ear before pulling out and falling back down on the bed. I rolled over and laid on his chest as he wrapped me in his arms.

As I was laid in his arms there was a comforting silence. We had just got done with at least an hour of sex and the room was filled with Billy’s and I’s heavy breathing. I then finally decided to speak up.

“Billy?” “Yes?”

“I’ve been having those dark thoughts again.” I stated. Billy corked his eyebrow at me. “Yeah? What are they?” He asked me softly. “I want to kill again…that one kill wasn’t enough for me, I need the adrenaline again of the first kill!” I answered.

He nodded his head in agreement with me and I was relieved. Billy’s approval is the only thing that matters to me. “I’ve been thinking about that too, Maureen Prescott wasn’t enough…we need to kill Sidney too.” Billy said as he was deep in thought.

My eyes widened at his sentence. Why Sidney? We can kill random people off the street, nor our friend. And besides Maureen deserved it, she destroyed two families. “Why? She had nothing to do with what her mom did.” I said back.

Billy scoffed before responding. His face didn’t have that soft look anymore, he looked angry, hurt even.

“I don’t care if she didn’t have anything to do with it! That whole family needs to die. Her dad included.” The words spat out of his mouth with much hate.

It’s been a year-well, a year in 3 days that me, Billy, and Stu, killed Sids mother. When Billy first came to me with the idea I was disgusted with him, hell- I almost left him. But he’s my boyfriend and I hated seeing him depressed after his mother left, which was a result from Maureen.

She had to die. Kill the root of the problem.

I slowly nodded my head before answering to what Billy had just said. “Okay. Sidney has to go..her dad too.” It hurt me so much to say that. I’m going to kill my best friend since grade school.

“How do you think Stu will react once we tell him this? You know he likes Sidney, he’s obsessed with her!” Billy laughed at my response, shaking his head. “He never had a chance with her anyways, and besides, I might have to kill him too.” Billy said as he got up and grabbed his boxers.

My heart dropped. Kill Stu? He didn’t do anything. I looked at Billy with a hurt expression. How could he want to kill his best friend?

“You’re not killing Stu!” I tried to be confident but my voice cracked a bit.

“What? You like him or something?” He teasingly said but there was some jealously hidden behind those words. “Yes, I like Stu, as a friend. He’s our friend! You can’t just murder him, especially after all he’s done to help us! If anyone else should be dying right now it should be your mother! She’s the one who left without even-“ before I could finish Billy grabbed my throat tightly, squeezing it a bit.

“Keep my mothers name out your mouth!” He spat. It was as if this was a completely different Billy. He had that serious, crazy, dark look in his eyes too.

I nodded my head receptively hoping that he would let go soon enough but his grip only got tighter. He came face to face with me, his lips almost touching mines while his hand was still wrapped around my throat.

“I’m killing Stu. Thats final, we don’t need any loose ends, okay, princess?” His features now softened as he looked into my eyes, seeing the fear in them.

I nodded my head yes in response as he then kissed me. Nice and slow like he usually does.

2 days later…

Our plan was in motion now. Stu was gonna have the party later on tonight and we’re gonna kill Sidney at midnight. After Sidney dies along with her dad, Billy kills Stu, then me and Billy call the cops and tell them that the killer attacked us.

But before all that happens, Billy needs to kill Principal HImbry so everyone can leave.

The school day was now over- well, cut early due to the new curfew set in place from Caesy Becker being gutted open from Billy and Stu. I didn’t help out with that murder, I was just the getaway driver.

Sidney, Tatum, and I were now leaving the school building about to walk home until Stu came up from behind and thew Tatum over his shoulder.

“You girls are gonna bring the snacks! And please don’t get that gluten free, vegan, healthy shit. Yes, I’m talking to you, Sid!” He teasingly said as he pointed to her. I couldn’t help but laugh at his little comment.

I looked at the three of them, trying to savor this sweet moment. This was my last day with them- except Tatum. It’s just gonna be me, her, and Billy for now on. My heart ached at just the thought of Sidney and Stu being gone.

Stu eventually went his separate way while me, Sid, and Tatum walked over to the nearest store. When we got there we noticed Dewey and the Sheriff standing outside talking to each other.

I love Dewey, he likes the older brother I never had. If he ever found out what I was doing he would be heartbroken, disgusted at my actions.

He walked over to the three of us, him speaking first. “What’re you girls doing here? Curfew should be starting soon.” He said with a hint of concern in his voice. “Stu’s throwing a party, so we can left of some steam. We could all use a little bit of happiness right now..especially with the murders going on.” Tatum explained.

“Alright, I mean I guess you guys could go, but I’m driving you guys there.” He said with a faint smile on his face. Before me and Sidney could thank him, Tatum spoke up.

“We weren’t asking for your permission to go, dumbass! But thanks for the ride!” Dewey didn’t even bother responding to her, he was amused, laughed even.

We now headed into the store grabbing snacks for the party. The snacks consisted of chips, ice creams, soda, and cookies.

At the party…

“Hey! You guys made it!” Stu greeted us as he gave Tatum a kiss. Sidney and I walked off to the living room while Tatum stayed back with Stu. We sat down on the couch and all I could think about was our plan for tonight.

I was going to kill my best friend tonight.

“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been unusually quiet today..” Sidney asked. “Yeah! Just um- I’m on my period. You know..cramps and stuff.” I nodded. I tried to come off normal but I only sounded awkward, nervous even.

She didn’t question it, not wanting to push me even more so she changed the subject. “So, how’re you and Billy doing?” She asked with a little smile. “We’ve been good, ya know? Our communication has definitely gotten better!” My voice was coated with cheerfulness. I was being honest, me and Billy were having a rough patch, everyone knows that. But we’re better now.

“Thats good to hear. I’m happy for you Y/n/n.”

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you want anything?” She asked. “No thanks, I’m fine!” I answered. Sid went to go get something to drink while I went to the front door since Billy and Stu were standing over there.

“Is Himbry gone?” I whispered. Billy nodded before answering. “Yup. His body is hanging on the goal post.” He said with a smirk as I just shook my head.

“So..I’m gonna go upstairs and hide our for a bit, make a call so everyone can leave, okay?” “okay.” I answered. Billy placed a kiss on my cheek before going upstairs.

Now it was just me and Stu. I haven’t had the chance to tell him about us killing Sid, he thought we were killing Randy.

Yes, Stu is dating Tatum but he also likes Sid. He confessed that to Billy and I, I never noticed his interactions with Sid until he told us that. But I don’t think Stu necessarily likes Sid..but is more so obsessed with her. And everyone knows Randy likes Sid but she’s the only one who’s oblivious to it, so Stu wants to get rid of that problem.

“Stu?”

“Yes?”

“Theres something I need to tell you..” I softly said as I held his hands. He looked at me strangely but didn’t say anything. “Billy wants to kill Sidney.” I whispered. A tear fell down my eye as the words fell out of my mouth. Stu looked at me with betrayal, hurt. I tried to console him but he hastily snatched his hands from me.

“Stu come back!” My words came out cracked and low. I didn’t wanna draw too much attention to us so I quickly wiped my tears. He didn’t even look back at me, he just kept watching.

There was a knock at the door, I turned around and opened it, assuming it was just another classmate. But it was Dewey and…the news reporter bitch? The hell was she doing her?

“Hey, Y/n/n!” Dewey greeted. “What’re you doing here?” I asked, completely ignoring the bitch on the side of him. I remembered who she was now. She was the woman who constantly reported on Sid’s moms death.

“I just wanted to keep an eye on you guys, make sure theres no murders.” He teasingly said. I dryly laughed at his comment. I soon made my way back over to the couch where Randy and Sid were sitting at.

2 hours later..

I was in the kitchen with Sid..covered in Randy’s blood. I tried to save him, I had no idea that Billy was gonna kill him. But like he said. ‘No lose ends.’

“Are you gonna kill me too?” She asked quietly. I didn’t even have the courage to look Sid in the eye. “ANSWER ME Y/N!” She shouted as tears began sliding down like a waterfall on my face. “I’m sorry! I have to!” I said with an apologetic look on my face. “Why?! Just so you can please Billy and Stu?! You guys killed my mother! Tatum, Dewey, and Randy!” She exclaimed.

“You’re mother deserved it!” I snapped back. Sid’s face turned into a hurt and questioning look. “She destroyed Billy’s family! Caused his mother to leave, and sent Billy into depression! She needed to pay.” I didn’t realize that I became face to face with Sid. “So what? I deserve to pay for my mothers sins?” She asked as she now looked at the ground.

“No. You don’t.” I responded.

She looked up at me with shock covering her face. I was in my own thoughts, thinking about how this would all play out..until I remembered what Billy said.

‘No lose ends.’

If Billy has no problem with taking out Stu, his best friend since day one..whats stopping him from killing me too?

Billy is my lose end.

I pulled out the gun from my back pocket that Billy had handed me after he shot Randy.

“You’re not dying tonight, Sid.” I said to her. She tilted her head in confusion at my comment.

“We’re going to kill Billy and Stu.” I sternly said.

“How? They’re in control of this whole situation. Theres no way we can over power them.” Sid said. She sounded scared. If I was her I would be scared too. You don’t know who you can trust in this situation.

“They’re already wounded from when they were stabbing each other in here earlier. The plan is, you take Stu and I take Billy. Stab your fingers in ALL of his stab wounds, don’t hold back. Bite, slap, punch, hell-gouge his eyes out. Do whatever you need to do to take him out!” I stated.

“How are you gonna take Billy out?” She suspiciously asked. “I guess I’ll just improvise.”

“But I need you to take to the gun. I have a better chance of surviving if I stab him, he could easily flip the gun on me.” I said as I handed Sid the gun. She stuck it in the back of her pants, covering it up with her jean jacket.

Billy and Stu were walking back into the house after moving Dewey and Gale’s body.

“Ready?”

Sid nodded her head in response.

“And why the hell are you not dead yet?” Billy questioned Sid. I hurried and stepped in before he could say anything else.

“Because I was waiting for you, baby! You should be the one who kills her…I mean..it was her mother who ruined your family.” I said while looking up at him with that look I always give when I want something. “You’re right, princess.” He smirked before leaning in to give me a kiss.

Perfect he was vulnerable.

I squeezed and yanked his balls as hard as I could and that was a good enough signal for Sid to attack to Stu.

Billy pulled away looking at me in complete utter shock. “What the hell?!” Before he could react I have him a right hook to the jaw, making him fall back into the ground. From the corner of my eye I could see Sid on top of Stu, pushing her fingers inside his wounds as he screamed out in agony.

Billy stood back up to his feet as he now towered over to me. “You little bitch!” he shouted as he grabbed me by my throat and threw me into the wall.

I screamed out in pain when my back hit the wall. It felt like someone threw a brick at me. Billy then walked over to me and was now straddling over me. “You were the only person who I thought I could trust, but you screwed me over just like everyone else!” He slapped me straight across the face as I winced in pain. Yeah I definitely felt that sting. Hurt like hell.

“You act like you weren’t gonna screw me over! You were gonna kill Stu! So whats stopping you from killing me next!” I said, but my voice was strained- I mean he just choked the shit out of me, threw me against the wall, and backhanded me.

“I’m sorry, princess!” He cried as his body now laid on top. What the hell?

Billy laid his face into my chest and started crying. “You were right..but I have to kill you, baby.” he lowly said into my chest. My eyes widened, I didn’t think he was actually gonna admit it.

He lifted his head from my chest and slowly kissed me for the last time.

This was my chance.

In the middle of our kiss, I slowly pulled out my knife from my back pocket and stabbed him right in his liver.

“AHH!” He screamed out as I then stuck my fingers in his wound.

He screamed even louder, now touching his wound to where I stabbed him. I heard a bang sound but I tuned out. “The gun!” I shouted to Sid.

She tossed the gun towards me and I shot Billy straight into the stomach.

His body fell limp on top of me. His blood was slowly seeping to my shirt. It was sticky, yet cold. I hurried and pushed him off of me, scurrying up off the floor and now running to where Sid was standing.

Stu was dead.

“The t.v. seriously killed him?” I asked in a chuckle as she started laughing. “You said do whatever you need to do.” She laughed as I nodded my head.

We then heard a thud come from the closet. We both turned around, still on high alert. It was Sid’s dad.

“Dad!” She said, relieved at who it was.

She untied him and urged him to call the cops. He called them from the phone in the kitchen as me and Sid walked back into the living room.

It was silent before I spoke up. “I know that you can never forgive me for what happened and I-“ Before I could finish my sentence she hugged me tightly. “You could’ve killed me, but you didn’t.” She said into my neck.

We pulled away from the hug, now looking around at the bodies and the mess.

I saw Stu’s leg twitch a bit, but I didn’t think anything of it, he’s probably still suffocating.

I can’t believe it had to end this way.

[zivadinozzo]

Since when did you care about my feelings? Hey! Especially in the last couple of years. All right, listen.

[jillgirlfriends]

The sad side of "Scream"

did you know that marnie and cici are related? i think marnie misses her.. i hope they know each other

[rottingvulture]

The fuck do you mean there's only a couple hundred more than 4,000 scream fanfics on ao3.

This is unacceptable

[final-girl96]

ANNOUNCMENT

I miss Stu, so I am writing another Stu x Reader. It won't be out until I have a decent amount of chapters to post. Here's all the details so far!

Disclaimer - I do NOT own the Scream franchise. I do NOT own any of the characters, plot, or dialogue. I only own the characters I make up along with any plot and dialogue.

MINE

Stu Macher x Reader

READ THE WARNINGS/TRIGGERS! IF SOMETHING ON THAT LIST BOTHERS YOU, THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ! THIS STORY WILL FALL UNDER DARK ROMANCE! IT WILL BE A LITTLE FUCKED UP! THIS IS JUST FANFICTION! IT'S NOT REAL! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN! THINGS MIGHT GET ADDED TO THIS LIST. EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST MIGHT NOT SHOW UP.

⚠️WARNINGS/TRIGGERS⚠️

Strong Language

Adult Content

Blood and Gore

Murder

Attempted Murder

Graphic Descriptions

Billy Loomis (Self Explanatory)

Stu Macher (Self Explanatory)

Mine (Stu thinks…knows yn is his.)

Possessive Behavior

Obsessive Behavior

Touch Her & Die (lots of people will die)

Bullying (probably in the beginning. Maybe? I don't know. But I'm putting it on here.)

Anxiety (A little. It's expected when you're being stalked and shit)

Stalking (Stu has many issues)

Choking (Pleasure & Attempted Murder)

Abuse (mentally, physically, emotionally). Stu doesn't purposefully hurt yn, but sex can get rough, and he can get out of control with his anger sometimes. But I wanted to put it in here to safe)

Dub-Con (dubious consent - Situations where consent is dubious or unclear, falling somewhere between rape and consent) (Google)

CNC (Consensual non-consent - kinks, popularized by the BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) community, involve consensual, intense role-play of one individual consensually sexually assaulting another. (Google)

Rough Sex (Spanking, Choking, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Being Tied Up, Biting, gagged, etc…)

Unprotected Sex (She IS on birth control)

Anal (Maybe)

Cock Warming (maybe)

Semi- Public & Public Sex

Fingering

Oral (both receiving)

Knife Play (Maybe? It'll be Stu's thing. And it won't be a little if I do put it in)

Jealousy (Stu doesn't like when other men touch “What's his”)

[lexi0widow]

OH MY GOD- A WRITER WHO WRITES FOR STU? I’m in love. so, I’ve got a kinda silly ask, :3

so, Stu with a girlfriend who’s just- so touch starved. Like, if he hugs her? She’s melting in his embrace and not letting him move. she probably also really enjoys PDA because it makes her feel like he’s not ashamed-

(No- I’m totally not projecting, what gave you that idea-?)

ahhh this is so cute anon!!

STU MACHER x TOUCH STARVED READER

When Stu finds out you are touched starved he makes it his life goal to change that

Its now bros destiny to make you not touch starved

He loves you so so much and uses any excuse he can to be around you or touch you in any way possible

Wether its an arm around your waist or giving you a hug

Stu is not afraid to show you off at all

In face he loves it

Hes goes up to random people he doesnt know and is just like

‘Hey- you see that pretty girl over there? Isnt she beautiful? Yeah? Well shes mine so back off.’

Walks you to and from class

Loves to cuddle

Hes a cuddle bug im sorry but its true🤷‍♀️

KISSES

Kisses everywhere on the nose forehead hand cheeks lips literally anywhere he can reach at that point in time he will kiss

He loves holding your hand!!

Of course you are absolutely thriving in this affection

When you hug neither of you wanna let go first so you’ll both just be stood there for like 10 minutes waiting for the other to let go

He finds it so adorable when you literally melt into him

Hes also really proud of himself for making you feel comfortable around him

He just loves you a whole lot

Hes silly

But you love that hes silly <3

I hope this way okay!! Thank you so much for the request anon🫶🏻

[osfi-am]

Only scream 1996 doodles

[everybodys-a-suspect-zine]

Interest Check Results!

39 people ended up taking the interest check. Due to the number of people interested, everyone who applies to contribute will be accepted. Contributor applications will open on November 4th

39 people took the interest check. When asked "Are you interested in participating in this zine?" 16 people answered No, 14 answered Yes, and 9 answered Maybe.

When asked "If you are interested in participating, how would you like to be involved?" 20 answered Art, 5 answered Writing, and 6 answered Digital Merch.

When asked "What kind of merch would you be interested in seeing?" the answers were:

Icons- 28

Phone Wallpapers- 27

Desktop Wallpapers- 20

Discord Emotes- 17

Printable Colouring Book Pages- 20

Additionally, 2 people wrote in suggestions. One wrote "Printable paper dolls (either 2d or 3d)" and another wrote "Remember those little things you could put on your computer screen that would be like little pets? that." I actually didn't remember what those are, but research showed they are called shimejis

This is how many people voted for each character when asked "Which characters would you be interested in seeing?":

Stu Macher- 36

Billy Loomis- 35

Sidney Prescott- 26

Randy Meeks- 25

Tatum Riley- 25

Dewey Riley- 20

Gale Weathers- 18

Casey Becker- 12

Kenny (Cameraman)- 8

Neil Prescott- 5

Steve Orth- 4

Arthur Himbry- 3

Sheriff Burke- 3

Hank Loomis- 2

When asked "Which character would you be MOST interested in content of?" 18 said Stu. 6 said Billy. 5 said Randy. 3 said Sidney. Tatum, Dewey, and Casey all got 2 votes, and 1 said Kenny. Stu is the most popular, which didn't surprise me, but I was surprised someone voted for Kenny!

When asked "Are you interested in ship or general (non-shipping) content?" 6 said Shipping, 3 said General, and 30 said Both.

When asked "What ships are you interested in seeing?" these were the results:

Billy/Stu- 33

Sidney/Tatum- 20

Gale/Dewey- 14

Sidney/Billy- 9

Sidney/Randy- 8

Stu/Tatum- 5

Billy/Stu/Randy- 4

Randy/Stu- 3

I am only interested in general content- 3

One person also wrote in "YES. (all of them)".

Carrd

[kittyamore0]

Ethan Landry x Dewey and Gales kid reader??

A/N: Dewey and Gale! Dewey and Gale! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

✧ - FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

✧ - TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli ✧ - PAIRING: Ethan Landry x GN! Reader

✧ - RATING: SFW

✧ - WRITING STYLE: One-shot

✧ - POV: 2nd person

✧ - REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, copy, modify, OR steal my ideas! ✧ - CW: Mentions of killing, knife usage, deaths, guns, setting people on fire, deaths, wounds, slitting throats

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

At first, Ethan hated you, and you hated him. You were related to Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. The same very people who tried to stop Richie and Amber from their genus plans, and managed to do so.

Dewey tried to help, and he died. Deserved, is what Ethan would like to think, but Gale, Gale was much harder to shake. A fighter, per-say. She was the one to hold Amber at gunpoint and set her on fire.

Sam Crap-enter, and Tara Carpenter. Oh, how much he hated Sam for slitting Richie's throat. Tara? She wasn't as bad, but still bad.

You? Hated you for your parents, but was all...he couldn't find any other reasons to hate you. You were just...perfect? Kind, funny, smart. All of the above. It infuriated him. God, he couldn't stand to see your perfect face, the same face that made his heart jump up and down, cheeks flushed an words caught in his throat.

Why did you hate him? Well...you happened to catch him talking to Quinn, about Richie being their brother. The same Richie that attacked your friends, parents, and you. Although, you didn't stay long enough to hear them talk about some...Ghostface matters.

But just like Ethan, you grown warm, nice, but overwhelming feelings for you. The shy, dorky, fun, funny, kind, nerd. You two always hung out, despite hating each other. It went from distant, to practically sharing food with the same forks!

The more closer and comfortable you two got, the more you both realized what the feelings you held for each other were. Now, it did infact make it more difficult to not give out any weird signs to each other.

Quinn hated the way her brother swooned for you. You were their next victim, not Ethans next lover. She'd always slap the back of Ethans head when he day dreamed about you. "Ow! goddamit...the hell is your problem Quinn?" Quinn sighed. "Stop thinking about your love duck and focus on the plan!" Ethan rolled his eyes.

You were the first to confess. You were drunk at the Halloween party and Ethan? Somewhat sober.

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"Etahn, I've be been look for you!" You giggled, as your body collided with Ethans. "Woah, you okay?" You nodded and nuzzled in his chest. "Now that you're here..." His cheeks flushed bright pink. "How much had you have to drink?" You shrugged. "3...no, wait...5...?" Ethan 'ohh-ed' before gently pulling you closer.

"You're drunk..." He whispered. "Wait...who are you again?" His smile dropped. "Im Eth " You chuckled and grabbed his shirt. "You look just like Ethan!" His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled, deciding to play your little game. "Really?" You nodded quickly. "Mhm, yea!"

You hugged him. "Hes really cute, and handsome. Hes so nice to me. I like him a lot. I want him to be my boyfriend!" Ethans eyes widened and he stared at you in shock. "What...? "

You put your index finger on Ethans lips. "But shhh! Dont tell him. I dont know if he likes me back..." You murmured sadly. He gently smiled. "Tell you what, Im a friend of Ethans...and and he tells me how much he likes you. How pretty/handsome you are, funny, kind..." You blushed and averted your eyes away from his.

"Guess what?" You looked back at him. "What?" You spoke quietly. "Im the Ethan you're talking about..." A smirk played his lips. "What? No way!" You softly hit his chest. "Yes way!" You replayed in your mind about what he said. "Does...does that mean you like me too?" He nodded. "Want you to be my lover..." He sighed into you and placed his chin on your head.

"Will you...?" His eyes shined in the blue lights. "Yes." You closed the gape between you two.

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ